"It's almost done, Brother Yu."
Zhang Ning straightened up and patted Lu Yu's butt.
All the pustules around the wound have been cleaned up, and the remaining wound needs to be disinfected with medical alcohol.
"You are debriding, so why are you slapping my butt? I don't have that hobby..."
Lu Yu muttered, with a hint of gratitude in his tone.
"Brother Yu, your ass is too perky, I can't help it. I'm a serious straight man with normal orientation!"
Zhang Ning seemed to be in a good mood and said relaxedly.
As Zhang Ning cleaned the wound, Lu Yu gradually felt the pain on his back gradually easing. After Zhang Ning finished cleaning it, he even felt that he could get up from the sofa.
"Thanks brother."
Lu Yu exerted a little force, and after confirming that he could indeed get up from the sofa, he continued to lie down like a dead dog.
This is not because he is lazy, but because Lu Yu deliberately kept an eye on him.
As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
In this apocalyptic world, Lu Yu knew that he could not survive alone.
Only by relying on cooperation and relying on everyone's strength can we find a glimmer of hope in this apocalyptic world.
At this time, Lu Yu already had a plan to develop a team in his mind.
Judging from the information he currently has, the biggest trump card is the two large bags of aspirin piled in the corner.
Lu Yu can guarantee that so far, he is probably the only person who knows the magical effects of aspirin.
Of course, except for the mysterious Zhang Heng.
Lu Yu, who has mastered this point, is equivalent to having a finger that turns stone into gold.
He can completely absorb those seemingly useless survivors and add them to his team.
Once someone is infected with the virus, they can take aspirin to achieve the purpose of strengthening.
Although there is no guarantee about the success rate of aspirin in curing the virus, after all, Lu Yu has tried it three times, and all three times it was successful.
This shows that the effect of aspirin in curing the virus may be far better than the immune medicine mentioned by Li Zhihao.
So all Lu Yu has to do is to test people's hearts and then add trustworthy survivors to his team.
Just imagine what a terrifying scene it would be if Lu Yu had a team full of ability users.
As for whether to follow Zhang Jike and the others back, Lu Yu's answer was obviously no.
Because Lu Yu believed Zhang Heng's warning more than the army. After all, in this chaotic environment, no one can guarantee that staying in the army will be safe.
Lu Yu didn't have any ambitions. He just wanted to live. In other words, only by living could he have a chance to see his missing mother.
And everything he did was to improve his success rate of survival.
"Hey, it's so itchy..."
Zhang Ning's words interrupted Lu Yu's thoughts and brought him back to reality.
Lu Yu turned his head and saw Zhang Ning beside him, scratching his chest continuously, like a monkey covered in lice.
"Hey, my shoulders are itchy too. Why did it happen? I took a shower yesterday..."
Zhang Ning's soliloquy continued, but no one paid attention to his actions. Only Lu Yu, who was closest to him, clearly saw everything.
When Lu Yu saw this, he immediately became alert and spoke out.
"Take off your clothes and see if there is any change in the psoriasis on your body."
"Oh, okay." Zhang Ning nodded when he heard this, and quickly took off his clothes, revealing his upper body.
At this moment, Lu Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.
The scales that had originally turned white on Zhang Ning's chest were now turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scales began to appear shiny, just like dry leaves that had absorbed enough nutrients and gradually returned to life.
On Zhang Ning's shoulders, where there were two penetrating wounds, the flesh-colored scales gradually turned black and grew slowly, from the original size of a grain of rice to the size of a fingernail.
"Your psoriasis seems to be getting worse..."
Despite the turmoil in his heart, Lu Yu still said calmly.
"Huh?" Zhang Ning immediately lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that, as Lu Yu said, not only were the scales on his body turning black, but the itching seemed to be getting worse.
"My old swan, it's true, I'm going to turn into a chameleon, sometimes white and sometimes black."
Zhang Ning didn't look worried at all. He was still scratching the scales with his hands, and his nails made a slight sound on the smooth scales, as if he was enjoying it very much.
Looking at Zhang Ning's scarlet peach eyes, Lu Yu once again recalled the scaled zombie whose head he had smashed.
Zhang Jike and the others once said that zombies with scales on their bodies and scarlet eyes are called "pawns", which are pawn-level zombies.
Judging from the information previously disclosed by Li Zhihao, there is a certain probability that humans can strengthen themselves and become superhuman abilities after being infected with the secondary virus.
Ordinary zombies have no improvement in abilities. Their sense of smell and hearing are much stronger, but they are still beasts without intelligence.
So is there a possibility that the zombies at the death level are ability users among the zombies?
Since humans can be strengthened by secondary viruses and gain superhuman strength, is it possible for zombies to strengthen themselves by continuously acquiring secondary viruses?
Thinking of this, Lu Yu turned his head and called Zhang Jike.
"Sir, I would like to ask, what are the characteristics of soldier-level zombies? I forgot what you said last time."
Zhang Jike, who was stopped, was slightly startled and said without thinking.
"Dead-level zombies have black scales on their bodies and scarlet eyes. Their vitality is extremely tenacious. They need to completely destroy their heads or spines before they can be killed."
"Then the location where the scales of soldier-level zombies grow is like Zhang Ning's, on the chest and neck?"
Lu Yu asked again, and the soldier-level zombie he met at the door of the braised chicken shop came to mind.
He vaguely remembered that the arms of the soldier-level zombie seemed to be covered with dark scales.
"Well, the information doesn't describe this area in detail. There shouldn't be a specific location where it grows."
As he spoke, Zhang Jike glanced at Zhang Ning, who was squatting on the ground scratching like a monkey, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Can we infer that the scales of the soldier-level zombie may not have grown completely? After all, the soldier-level zombie I saw last time also had scales on his arms, but Zhang Ning did not."
While speaking, Lu Yu stretched out his finger and poked Zhang Ning's arm.
Except for being a little cool to the touch, it feels the same as ordinary people and is very elastic.
"This..." Zhang Jike was immediately stopped by the question, held his chin and fell silent.
Zhang Ning looked offended and gently knocked off Lu Yu's hand.
"This handsome guy, I'm not a zombie, okay? This handsome guy is the protagonist. Follow me from now on to ensure that you are popular and drink hot food."
"Sometimes I really doubt your IQ..."
"This handsome guy is unparalleled in intelligence. If you don't accept it, come and argue!"
"No time……"
…
Zhang Jike shook his head and drove away the messy thoughts in his mind. He no longer looked at the two bickering people in front of him, but continued to return to the window and paid attention to the fire in Building 7.
Compared with the issue of the location of Zhang Ning's scales, Zhang Jike still feels that the current zombie siege deserves more attention.
Although Lu Yu was still bickering with Zhang Ning, he was thinking secretly in his heart.
"You will not die if you fall from a height, and you will recover in a short time;"
“Be able to drink tap water directly without fear of virus threat;”
"I heard him describe before that he used other zombies to lure him when dealing with a strange tree, which shows that he will not be regarded as prey by zombies;"
"All these signs indicate that he is a soldier-level zombie!"
"And judging from the growth pattern of the scales on his body, it seems that after the body suffers a severe injury, the healed skin will generate new scales."
"Based on Zhang Ning's current situation, it is very likely that the zombies will end up with their vital parts covered with such amazingly defensive scales."
"Then this process can be inferred as - strengthening?"
Thinking of this, Lu Yu stared blankly at the chattering Zhang Ning in front of him, and the abacus in his heart started to crackle.
"Brother Ning, Brother Ning, wait a minute, what did you just say?"
"I said that in other stories, someone as handsome as me would usually be the protagonist."
Zhang Ning's eloquence was interrupted by Lu Yu, and he was stunned for a while.
"No, I meant the very beginning."
Lu Yu corrected patiently, and the corners of his mouth slowly began to rise.
"'This handsome guy, I am not a zombie, okay? This handsome guy is the protagonist. Follow me from now on to ensure that you are popular and drink hot food,' is this the sentence?"
"That's right, Brother Ning, I'll hang out with you from now on! You must take good care of me, my little brother!"
Lu Yu's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. He held Zhang Ning's hand tightly and squeezed it hard.
Zhang Ning was caught off guard by Lu Yu's U-turn and didn't know what to say.
But fortunately, he is a cheerful person who likes to make friends, and Lu Yu actually saved his life before. Although he looked funny on the surface, he was really grateful to Lu Yu in his heart.
After a brief consideration, Zhang Ning also showed a friendly smile and squeezed Lu Yu's hand.
"Well, it's so sudden, okay, then you can hang out with me from now on, and I'll protect you."
In this way, using a conversational method that ordinary people could not understand, the boat of friendship between Lu Yu and Zhang Ning set sail from this moment.
"But you better not call me 'Brother Ning' from now on. Call me boss. I always feel like being called 'Brother Ning', like a villain in a novel who can't survive more than three chapters."
Zhang Ning scratched his head and said this inexplicable sentence very naturally.
"Then what do you call me?" Lu Yu seemed to have successfully connected to Zhang Ning's thinking frequency, and also replied with a very interesting sentence.
"Why don't you call me Brother Yu? It feels more comfortable."
"But you just said that being called brother makes you look like a villain in a novel who can't survive more than three chapters."
Lu Yuxu said with eyes.
"Hey, then I'll cover you, and you'll be able to survive until the end."
Zhang Ning raised his eyebrows at Lu Yu and said proudly.
"I……"
